How It All Began
Title: How It All Began
Author:
totallyforgot
Rating: G
Characters/ Pairings: Little Much, Robin, and Marian. Much/Marian
Warnings: None.
Notes: Originally written for
fyrethief as a Prize for winning my Carter Thingathon. It is super late but it's done. Unlike poor
kalesbohan , whose I'm still working on.
“I won’t marry you.” She said defiantly.
A young Robin of Locksley looked stricken. “Why not?” He couldn’t understand.
“Because,” began Marian “you are a spoiled brat, an annoying boy, and I love someone else.”
It had all started out innocently enough.
A day like any other and Sir Edward had brought Marian to Locksley Manor, despite her many protests that she did not wish to play with “that boy”. Edward had told her to, in so many words, deal with it, he wished to speak with Lord Locksley. Marian had crossed her arms, pouted, and promised herself she would play instead with the other boy, Much.
Much, she liked. Even if he did everything Robin told him to.
When they’d arrived Robin had been sitting atop a fence post, Much at his feet, grinning that silly little grin boys have. Marian glared.
They’d been left to their devices, scattered off into the village, and ended up in a fight. Not surprising.
Robin tripped Marian. Marian yelled at him. He denied it. Much tried his best to clean up. Robin laughed. And Marian didn’t pull her punches. What was surprising is how they’d ended up.
Marian, hunched over, had been trying to fix her hair, pulled at by an angry Robin, when he had proposed to her.
Robin, eye bruising, had looked up at her from his spot in the dirt, spoke through a swelling lip, when he had proposed to her.
Much, mouth agape, had been trying to tidy up his master, all but exhausted, when he had proposed to her.
Cheek stinging from a stray punch, Much looked up at Marian, down at his master, then back up. “Someone else?” Like Robin, he could not understand. Who could be better than his master.
Marian had not answered, simply turned on her heel and started back to the Manor. Robin and Much looked at each other.
“Someone else?” Robin repeated. “Who else? Who would even like a girl like her.”
“You.” Much pointed out. Robin scowled.
It would be later, when she was about to leave, that Marian spoke with Much.
“Who else?” He tried to rub out a stain from their earlier scuffle from his tunic. “Who could be better than my master?”
Marian smiled and patted him on the head, she was a full forehead taller than him (and nearly a whole head taller than Robin, much to his chagrin) and moved to enter the carriage.
Robin sulked moodily beside a post. He tenderly prodded the black and blue bruise on his eye. Childish as it may have been (and Robin was not a child, no, sir) Robin stuck his tongue out at her. She responded as was proper, she stuck her tongue out at him and made a face.
Much, ever the faithful, obedient, and respectful “servant” helped Marian into the carriage. Grinning mischievously, she leaned down and kissed his cheek. Much flushed and nearly slipped from the carriage step.
Robin’s mouth dropped.
As she rolled away, Edward still scolding her for her unladylike behavior (“Fighting with Robin! Of all things!”), Robin and Much looked at each other.
“You?” Robin sputtered. “She likes you better?” Much only starred wide-eyed. “Well, that’s fine. You can have her.”